<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672555</id><updated>2011-07-31T04:14:40.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wall</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672555/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wall.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tazad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672555.post-87726537</id><published>2003-01-20T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T05:54:42.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>اين وبلاگ به پايان رسيده است. منتظر متنی جديد نباشيد چون نه در توانم هست که صد ها بار فيلمی را ببينم که روحم را می لرزاند و عميقا متاثرم می کند و نه ديگر فايده ای در آن می بينم.

خدا نگهدار.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672555/posts/default/87726537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672555/posts/default/87726537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wall.blogspot.com/index.html#87726537' title=''/><author><name>Tazad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672555.post-83515532</id><published>2002-10-25T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T05:54:41.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Wall #21

Run Like Hell | related pictures
You better make your face up in
Your favorite disguise. 
With your button down lips and your
Roller blind eyes. 
With your empty smile and your hungry heart. 
Feel the bile rising from your guilty past. 
With your nerves in tatters
As the cockleshell shatters
And the hammers batter down the door. 
You better run. 
You better run all day </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672555/posts/default/83515532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672555/posts/default/83515532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wall.blogspot.com/index.html#83515532' title=''/><author><name>Tazad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672555.post-82784611</id><published>2002-10-10T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T05:54:41.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Wall #20

In the Flesh |  related pictures
So ya, thought ya
Might like to go to the show. 
To feel that warm thrill of confusion, 
That space cadet glow. 
I've got some bad news for you sunshine, 
Pink isn't well, he stayed back at the hotel
And they sent us along as a surrogate band
We're gonna find out where you folks really stand. 
Are there any queers in the theater tonight?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672555/posts/default/82784611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672555/posts/default/82784611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wall.blogspot.com/index.html#82784611' title=''/><author><name>Tazad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672555.post-82358253</id><published>2002-10-01T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T05:54:41.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Wall #19

The Show Must Go On 
Ooooh, Ma, Oooh Pa
Must the show go on?
Ooooh, Pa. Take me home
Ooooh, Ma. Let me go

[ Do I have to stand up
Wild eyed in the spotlight?
What a nightmare. Why
Don't I turn and run. ]

There must be some mistake
I didn't mean to let them 
Take away my soul.
Am I too old, is it too late?
Ooooh, Ma, Ooooh Pa,
Where has the feeling gone?
Ooooh, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672555/posts/default/82358253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672555/posts/default/82358253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wall.blogspot.com/index.html#82358253' title=''/><author><name>Tazad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672555.post-82057723</id><published>2002-09-24T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T05:54:41.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Wall #18

Comfortably Numb | related pictures
Hello, is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me.
Is there anyone at home?
Come on, now, I hear you're feeling down.
Well I can ease your pain
Get you on your feet again.
Relax, I'll need some information first.
Just the basic facts.
Can you show me where it hurts?
There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship, smoke </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672555/posts/default/82057723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672555/posts/default/82057723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wall.blogspot.com/index.html#82057723' title=''/><author><name>Tazad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672555.post-81626764</id><published>2002-09-15T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T05:54:41.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Wall #17

Bring the Boys Back Home | related pictures
Bring the boys back home.
Bring the boys back home.
Don't leave the children on their own, no, no.
Bring the boys back home.


آهنگ “Bring The Boys Back Home”  بنا به گفته راجر در مصاحبه سال ۱۹۷۹ اش آهنگ اصلی وپيام اصلی کل آلبوم The Wall است. اين آهنگ ادامه و تکميل کننده آهنگ قبل يعنی Vera است و ظاهراً حامل اين پيام است که جنگ ها </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672555/posts/default/81626764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672555/posts/default/81626764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wall.blogspot.com/index.html#81626764' title=''/><author><name>Tazad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672555.post-81288633</id><published>2002-09-07T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T05:54:41.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Wall #16

Vera | related pictures
Does anybody here remember Vera Lynn?
Remember how she said,
That we would meet again,
Some sunny day.

Vera!
Vera!
What has become of you?
Does anybody else in here feel the way I do?


Pink با ياد آوری دوباره خاطرات کوچکی اش به گونه ای آن فرار آهنگ قبل و ساختن ديوارش را توجيح می کند. آهنگ های اميد بخش زمان بچگی اش را به ياد می آورد. يکی از آن </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672555/posts/default/81288633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672555/posts/default/81288633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wall.blogspot.com/index.html#81288633' title=''/><author><name>Tazad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672555.post-81249678</id><published>2002-09-06T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T05:54:41.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Wall #15

Nobody Home | related pictures
I've got a little black book with my poems in.
Got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in.
When I'm a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone in.
I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on.
Got those swollen hand blues.
Got thirteen channels of shit on the T.V. to choose from.
I've got electric light.
And I've got second sight.
I've got amazing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672555/posts/default/81249678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672555/posts/default/81249678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wall.blogspot.com/index.html#81249678' title=''/><author><name>Tazad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672555.post-80818051</id><published>2002-08-28T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T05:54:41.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Wall # 14

Is There Anybody Out There | related pictures
[repeat]
Is there anybody out there?


جالبيه اين آهنگ اينست که متن آهنگ فقط يک خط است اما کاملا فضای مطلوب آهنگ را می رساند. ” کسی آنجا هست؟ “. آهنگ در واقع يک پل ارتباطی بين آهنگ قبل يعنی Hey You  و آهنگ بعدی Nobody Home  می باشد. برای رساندن يک حس است؛ حس تنهايی. Pink برای نجات خودش از اين ديوار تلاش می کند. اما نمی داند چگونه</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672555/posts/default/80818051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672555/posts/default/80818051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wall.blogspot.com/index.html#80818051' title=''/><author><name>Tazad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672555.post-80472938</id><published>2002-08-20T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T05:54:41.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Wall #13

Hey You
Hey you, out there in the cold
Getting lonely, getting old, can you feel me?
Hey you, standing in the aisles
With itchy feet and fading smiles, can you feel me?
Hey you, don't help them to bury the light
Don't give in without a fight.
Hey you, out there on your own
Sitting naked by the phone, would you touch me?
Hey you, with you ear against the wall
Waiting for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672555/posts/default/80472938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672555/posts/default/80472938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wall.blogspot.com/index.html#80472938' title=''/><author><name>Tazad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672555.post-80064919</id><published>2002-08-10T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T05:54:41.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Wall #12

Another Brick in the Wall, part III
I don't need no arms around me
And I don't need no drugs to calm me.
I have seen the writing on the wall.
Don't think I need anything at all.
No! Don't think I'll need anything at all.
All in all it was all just bricks in the wall.
All in all you were all just bricks in the wall.

Goodbye Cruel World  | related pictures
Goodbye cruel </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672555/posts/default/80064919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672555/posts/default/80064919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wall.blogspot.com/index.html#80064919' title=''/><author><name>Tazad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672555.post-79981295</id><published>2002-08-08T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T05:54:41.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Wall #11

Don't Leave Me Now
Ooooo Babe,
Don't leave me now.
Don't say it's the end of the road.
Remember the flowers I sent.
I need you, Babe,
To put through the shredder in front of my friends.
Oh Babe,
Don't leave me now.
How could you go?
When you know how I need you,
To beat to a pulp on a Saturday night.
Oh Babe,
Don't leave me now.
How can you treat me this way?
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672555/posts/default/79981295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672555/posts/default/79981295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wall.blogspot.com/index.html#79981295' title=''/><author><name>Tazad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672555.post-79781585</id><published>2002-08-03T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T05:54:41.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Wall #10

One of My Turns
[  Oh my God, what a fabulous room!
   Are all these your guitars?
   This place is bigger than our apartment.
   Uh, could I have a drink of water?
   Ya want some?  Huh?
   Oh wow!  Look at this tub!
   Wanna take a bath?
   What're you watching?
   Hello?
   Are you feeling ok?                    ]


Day after day,
Our love turns gray,
Like the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672555/posts/default/79781585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672555/posts/default/79781585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wall.blogspot.com/index.html#79781585' title=''/><author><name>Tazad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672555.post-79653908</id><published>2002-07-31T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T05:54:41.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Wall #9

Young Lust 
I am just a new boy,
Stranger in this town.
Where are all the good times?
Who's gonna show this stranger around?
Ooooh, I need a dirty woman.
Ooooh, I need a dirty girl.
Will some woman in this desert land
Make me feel like a real man?
Take this rock and roll refugee
Oooh, baby set me free.
Ooooh, I need a dirty woman.
Ooooh, I need a dirty girl. 

Pink  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672555/posts/default/79653908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672555/posts/default/79653908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wall.blogspot.com/index.html#79653908' title=''/><author><name>Tazad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672555.post-79614686</id><published>2002-07-30T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T05:54:41.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Wall #8

What Shall We Do Now? 
What shall we use to fill the empty spaces
Where waves of hunger roar?
Shall we set out across the sea of faces
In search of more and more applause?
Shall we buy a new guitar?
Shall we drive a more powerful car?
Shall we work straight through the night?
Shall we get into fights?
Leave the lights on? Drop bombs?
Do tours of the east? Contract </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672555/posts/default/79614686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672555/posts/default/79614686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wall.blogspot.com/index.html#79614686' title=''/><author><name>Tazad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672555.post-79614641</id><published>2002-07-30T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T05:54:41.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Wall #7

Goodbye Blue Sky
[ Look, Mummy. There's an airplane up in the sky. ]
Did you, did you see the frightened ones?
Did you, did you hear the falling bombs?
Did you ever wonder why we had to run for shelter,
When the promise of a brave new world,
Unfurled beneath a clear blue sky?
Did you, did you see the frightened ones?
Did you, did you hear the falling bombs?
The flames are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672555/posts/default/79614641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672555/posts/default/79614641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wall.blogspot.com/index.html#79614641' title=''/><author><name>Tazad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672555.post-79614592</id><published>2002-07-30T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T05:54:41.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Wall #6

Mother 
Mother do you think they'll drop the bomb?
Mother do you think they'll like this song?
Mother do you think they'll try to break my balls?
Mother should I build the wall?
Mother should I run for president?
Mother should I trust the government?
Mother will they put me in the firing line?
Ooooo Is it just a waste of time?
(Ooooo Mother am I really dying?)
Hush now </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672555/posts/default/79614592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672555/posts/default/79614592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wall.blogspot.com/index.html#79614592' title=''/><author><name>Tazad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672555.post-79614518</id><published>2002-07-30T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T05:54:41.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> The Wall #5

Another Brick in the Wall, part II 
We don't need no education
We don't need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers leave them kids alone
Hey! Teachers! Leave them kids alone!
All in all it's just another brick in the wall
All in all you're just another brick in the wall
We don't need no education
We don't need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672555/posts/default/79614518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672555/posts/default/79614518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wall.blogspot.com/index.html#79614518' title=''/><author><name>Tazad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672555.post-79614474</id><published>2002-07-30T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T05:54:41.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Wall #4

The Happiest Days of Our Lives
When we grew up and went to school
There were certain teachers who would
Hurt the children in any way they could
By pouring their derision upon anything we did
And exposing every weakness
However carefully hidden by the kids
But in the town, it was well known
When they got home at night, their fat and
Psychopathic wives would thrash them
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672555/posts/default/79614474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672555/posts/default/79614474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wall.blogspot.com/index.html#79614474' title=''/><author><name>Tazad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672555.post-79614412</id><published>2002-07-30T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T05:54:40.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Wall #3

Another Brick in the Wall, part I
Daddy's flown across the ocean
Leaving just a memory
A snapshot in the family album
Daddy what else did you leave for me?
Daddy, what d'ya leave behind for me?
All in all it was just a brick in the wall
All in all it was all just bricks in the wall

Another Brick In The Wall, Part I اولين آهنگ آلبوم The Wall است که در آن لغت استعاره ای </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672555/posts/default/79614412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672555/posts/default/79614412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wall.blogspot.com/index.html#79614412' title=''/><author><name>Tazad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672555.post-79613741</id><published>2002-07-30T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T05:54:40.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Wall #2

The Thin Ice 
Momma loves her baby, and daddy loves you too
And the sea may look warm to you babe
And the sky may look blue
But ooooh babe
Ooooh baby blue
Ooooh babe.
If you should go skating
On the thin ice of modern life
Dragging behind you the silent reproach
Of a million tear-stained eyes
Don't be surprised when a crack in the ice
Appears under your feet
You slip </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672555/posts/default/79613741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672555/posts/default/79613741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wall.blogspot.com/index.html#79613741' title=''/><author><name>Tazad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672555.post-79613650</id><published>2002-07-30T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T05:54:40.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Wall #1 

In the Flesh?
So ya, thought ya
Might like to go to the show
To feel the warm thrill of confusion
That space cadet glow
Tell me is something eluding you, sunshine
Is this not what you expected to see
If you wanna find out what's behind these cold eyes
You'll just have to claw your way through this disguise
Lights
Roll the sound effects
Action
Drop it on 'em!!!
DROP IT</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672555/posts/default/79613650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672555/posts/default/79613650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wall.blogspot.com/index.html#79613650' title=''/><author><name>Tazad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672555.post-79613488</id><published>2002-07-30T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T05:54:40.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Wall #0
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آلبوم The Wall شايد يکی از جذابترين و خلاقانه ترين آلبوم های تاريخ موسيقی راک باشد. اين آلبوم در سال 1979 ضبط شد و در سال 1982 به صورت يک فيلم که انيميشن هم در خودش داشت در آمد. The Wall داستان مردی است به نام Pink که پدرش را در جنگ جهاني دوم از دست می دهد. Pink که در کودکي تحت مخافظت بيش از حد مادرش قرار داشته، کم کم در اثر خوادثی که برايش رخ می دهد، زندگيش به يک جهنم </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672555/posts/default/79613488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672555/posts/default/79613488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wall.blogspot.com/index.html#79613488' title=''/><author><name>Tazad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
